"I can call a private doctor to treat you at home," explained Howard.
He looked calm, and his deep blue eyes were shining, like the white light on the operating table, which could reflect all the dark and morbid thoughts.
"Mr. Howard, do you mean that the medical equipment in your house is more complete than that in the infirmary of the Royal Noble School?" Irene's voice was low, but with a sense of irony.
After midnight, Irene was an adult. So she was not afraid of the adults' unreasonable arrogance.
Howard smiled faintly.
Such an expression was very attractive.
Irene could imagine the scene that countless young women submitted to such a beautiful face. No matter how arrogant Howard was, Irene might secretly forgive him in her heart.
But he was such a gentle gentleman.
"Miss Irene. There happened to be a small hospital in my house. It would be more private. I apologize for my nephew. You can contact your family to pick you up at any time."
Irene took a deep breath.
What kind of family would have a hospital?
Maybe he had some hidden diseases.
"Miss Irene." Howard handed a piece of tissue to her, "Your blood fell to the ground."
Irene took the tissue awkwardly and squatted down to wipe it.
When she paid attention to it, the pain on the inner side of her arm seemed to be more intense. Did the wound grow longer?
"Are you talking about a doctor for human beings?" Irene asked tentatively.
It seemed that she was tempted by Howard's invitation. This made Irene feel hot on her cheeks.
"It's my private doctor, named Donna. She has some knowledge about human beings and inhuman beings," said Howard.
Oh. No wonder.
After all, Hosen, Howard's nephew, was a vampire. And he might hurt humans.
Only a family doctor like her could be well prepared.
"The Royal Noble School is under full trust... We need to contact the guardian to leave the school..." Irene struggled.
In fact, she had compromised.
The handsome and charming man standing in front of her was the president of the Royal Noble School. He must have a lot of ways to take her away.
"Yes," Howard nodded. "If Miss Irene doesn't want to contact your family for the time being, I'm willing to be your temporary guardian. After all, the situation is special. It's up to you."
He was really good at reading people's minds.
If Irene was willing to contact her parents, she would have contacted them earlier.
How could she wait till now?
"Then let's go," Irene said in a low voice, "as long as Mr. Howard doesn't send me to prison."
"Okay," he chuckled.
Her ears wanted to get pregnant.
Unfortunately, it was too short.
Irene didn't have time to look up and see the smile.
Howard had turned back to a cold look. Such an expression made his three-dimensional features and delicate outline more perfect, like exquisite works of art.
Irene took a step forward. She suddenly stopped and said, "I have a selective painting course tomorrow morning..."
Howard was also stunned. Time seemed to freeze.
Irene really wanted to bite her tongue.
What was she talking about?
She had a course tomorrow morning...
Did she want to stay overnight at Howard's house?
"I mean, although Hosen and I are in the same class, we have different courses. Maybe he will have classes in a while. Is he at your home now?"
My God. What was Irene talking about?
A warm breath suddenly approached Irene. Her heart beat wildly subconsciously.
"Miss Irene, Hosen is not there."
Howard took off his dark fur coat and approached. He asked Irene tentatively with his deep blue eyes. As if asking, "May I put on a coat for you, Miss Irene?"
Oh my God. Who could refuse such a pair of charming eyes?
"No, thanks, Mr. Howard. I'm not cold." Irene said.
"Miss Irene, please put on this coat. Your sleeve is cut by my useless nephew. I'm really sorry." An apologetic look appeared in Howard's eyes.
Irene clenched her arms in embarrassment.
It was not "the cuff was cut". Her whole sleeve was cut by that vampire, Hosen.
Her smooth arms were exposed, and now she felt cold. Why did it suddenly cool down today?
Howard raised his eyebrows and asked again, raising his coat.
As if he hadn't received a clear signal to refuse, he put on his coat for Irene.
"It's not an animal's fur. It's just the fur of a rare thermal plant. You don't have to worry about it," said Howard.
Oh. Irene hadn't thought of that yet.
She just felt an incredible heat. Was Howard's body temperature so high?
Although she had read in the textbook that modern medical technology could make Blood Clan maintain the temperature of the human body and better protect the privacy of Blood Clan.
But Irene believed that Howard should be a human being. He was hotter than humans. Maybe he was the God.
Irene followed Howard towards the parking lot.
When she turned the corner, her thin leather shoes accidentally sank into the thick snow.
"Watch out!" Howard held Irene in his arms.
It was like an adult holding a child, like a bear holding a rabbit. It was a gesture of warmth and protection.
But somehow, Irene felt hotter all over her body. As if where Howard was holding her the current was flashing around, making her whole body numb.
"Miss Irene?" Howard asked tentatively, "How's your foot? Can you walk?"
Damn it! Why did it snow all of a sudden today! Clearly, it had just entered winter.
"Oh, I'm fine. Thank you, Mr. Howard." Irene held his arm and continued to walk forward.
Oh, God.
What had she touched?
His strong arms and strong muscles were tightened.
Mr. Howard must like exercising very much...
Wait...
Irene frowned.
What happened to her?
Why did she pay special attention to Mr. Howard's face and body?
In the past, Irene also liked to draw human bodies, and occasionally looked at others as if they were human models.
But it couldn't be as frequent and exposed as today. It was as if Irene's body was filled with a desire that she couldn't understand. It was as if she had a chance to obtain an unprecedented and unique experience from the vigorous body of the man in front of her.
What was this strange feeling?
Irene got in Howard's car.
She didn't know what brand it was. But it made her feel extremely comfortable.
Howard drove the car himself.
He seemed to have been looking for the button on the car's autopilot for a while. He didn't look like the kind of person who often drove by himself.
Irene thought of those men in black.
Were they Howard's bodyguards?
They seemed to have some reaction to Irene's blood.
Were they also Blood Clan?
Irene glanced at the rearview mirror on her side. She could see the handsome profile of Howard from a certain angle.
It was well known that the top floor of this society was occupied by Blood Clan.
They were merciful to humans if they didn't transform them.
Why was there a human being superior to Blood Clan?
What kind of man was Howard?
A desire to explore rose in Irene's heart.
"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle..." Her phone vibrated crazily.